Chapter 39 The Fool
“Look, even though I have a bad reputation in this world, I often think that I am the most extraordinary person in the world. Look, think about it, I don’t care No matter where I sit, as long as I say a few words and wink and play some manipulative tricks, everyone will not only smile cheerfully on their faces, but also be full of joy in their hearts. I am really A fool and a lunatic."
"Look, the creases on their faces are flattened layer by layer, and the sea is not so quiet in the wind! When they see me, they change. Losing your appearance is like drinking the fruit wine from the forest or chewing the god’s forget-me-not. It’s the best thing for normal people to do, so that they are happy and so am I. I have achieved my role. ! So you, the weirdo who is unwilling to laugh or cry, scolding me with your stubborn face, are you also a fool and a madman? "
"I am not a fool, Cruz? ." Morse said calmly.
The expelled prince's cloudy eyes widened. Slowly, the corners of his mouth were pulled upward, and the bone-white teeth were exposed from the tips of his lips, and soon the gums were visible.
He chuckled, rising from the ground to grab the hem of Morse's robe.
Morse took a step back, a spark of psychic energy flashed, and Cruz's fingertips immediately ignited with scorching fire.
He screamed in agony, fell back to the ground with his fingers in his arms, and stared at Morse with round eyes, with strange purple marks like scars etched in the center of his pupils. Andos outside the door heard the screams and wanted to stop him, but hesitated again and again. His trust in Morse prevented him from breaking into the room.
“It hurts so much, it’s not human.” The mad prince cried, “Father, let me kill a few people and tear them apart, and I won’t suffer anymore! You used to flatter me like that Oh! You have become a fool, but you would rather pay homage to the tyrant, the dead soul, the living plague, the inhuman evil ghost who has died a thousand times!"
"Isn't its face already? Did I tell you what kind of mistake it is? Its clothes are all fake. It comes from the same source as the eyes in the stars, the sky, and the vast oceans that are always there!"
Morse didn't want to communicate with people who were losing their minds. It would only add to the frustration. He waited for Cruz to be quiet while looking at the furnishings in the prince's room.
The tyrant did not restrict Cruz in terms of food and clothing, and Locos did not have that habit. The various daily necessities in the room were not lacking in anything except those with sharp edges that might cause the mad prince to damage his body or escape.
One of the most abundant items is stacked paper - not the thin white paper that Perturabo is studying newly, their edges are too sharp, but the rough and mushy paper that Lokos is used to. Paper.
Each piece of paper is filled with illegible words and pictures drawn in charcoal. Some of the drawings on the paper are newly drawn with blood. As for the old blood-stained drawings, although nothing has happened so far. The attendants will still come regularly to collect and burn the strange power that disturbs the gods.
Morse stepped over the clutter on the floor, wrapped the paper in the air with psychic energy, and sighed softly: "I thank you for maintaining good enough hygiene habits for a madman, Cruz."
Cruz rolled in a half circle on the ground and licked his injured finger.
Different patterns are drawn on the centers of different papers, including huge eyeballs, burning trees, dead poisonous snakes, and broken and reassembled limbs. Cruz's painting skills were so difficult for Morse that he was even attracted by his poor painting skills for a moment.
"If no one can understand your painting, you have to blame yourself, fool." He flipped through the mad prince's graffiti, "Your painting is so ugly, who can understand it?"
"But I also have one thing to praise you. Your psychic control is so unexpectedly good that I didn't come to kill you earlier." Morse bent down and whispered to Cruz. say. "I always thought the person who lived in Lokos was just an ordinary little psyker, Cruz."
Cruz shed tears.
"Stop crying, fool. Why do you want to see me." Morse threw graffiti in the prince's face.
"Haha, you idiot! It's obvious that you are here to be a guest, but you still say that I want to see you. Why are you so smug and self-righteous?"
The crazy prince suddenly turned his face again, He angrily tore up all the graffiti that fell on him, got up and stomped on it, "You ungrateful guy! I gave you my eyes, why are you so greedy! You still want these out of the blue, Want those! You cursed, banished, deceitful, pathetic, pretentious thing!"
Morse sighed, thinking about knocking Cruz out and reading it directly! memory.
“Why six people?”
"I saw you coming like this, and you came after hearing this number! Isn't this the cause of your death, fool! Do you still want to ask me why there are six people? Then I want to ask you about the six vultures Flying from nowhere! I didn't see them!"
"I'm losing my patience to translate your crazy words." "But that's how I saw them." The prince shed tears again, "So many voices, so many shadows, I saw pictures one after another."
He knelt down in panic and picked up the shredded paper on the ground. He collected the pieces and held them in his arms, "It's all here, it's all here, I tell you everything, save me, are you happy because of me? I beg you, save me, I don't want to do it anymore See! I don’t lie! No one can make me lie, but everyone I see is fake! My eyes, ears, mouth, body, and consciousness, I don’t want to cry anymore!" br>
"I've had enough." Morse said to himself. "Do psychics have to talk like this? Can't they just follow my example and use some simple and easy-to-understand statements instead of throwing out a series of goddamn puzzles?"
He didn't want to bring his wicker chair here, so he made an ice cube seat by condensing water and sat down on it, taking advantage of his ability to withstand cold and heat.
"You stupid prophet." He scolded in a bad tone, "What year is it now?"
"It is seven hundred and ninety-nine, monster." The prince behaved Shundi knelt on the ground holding the shredded paper, "The stars will rise today, and everyone is watching it climb to the top of the cliff. Its hands are bleeding."
"Where will tomorrow be? One year?”
“It’s eight hundred and nine years, monster. The star is very angry on this day, and others are shouting for it to change its name.”
Morse was lost in thought.
"What year is the day after tomorrow?"
"It is eight hundred and forty-nine, monster. On this day the sun sets on the top of the mountain, and the stars leave with the sun, and its cheers are How unwary! "
" Further? "
"It's the year nine hundred and ninety-nine, monster. This is the day when the stars are defeated by time. The sky is full. It lost so miserably, so whose fault is it?”
"The last thing?"
"It's the next thousand years, monster. On this day the stars will burn and kill everything on the earth because we disobeyed him! My poor sister, She loves him so much, she lives and dies in his hands!"
Morse stood up suddenly, ice crystals broke and rolled all over the ground, and then evaporated in the heat. He grabbed Cruz's cheek fiercely, and the violent psychic sparks followed the neural connections and directly burned most of the mad prince's memory areas. At the same time, he grabbed all the phantoms in the projection of his soul, cut them into pieces, and the flames of reality soared into the sky. It started burning, mercilessly burning all the manuscripts on the table, walls, and floor, as well as the smeared fabrics on some furniture, leaving nothing behind, and the fire ashes fell everywhere.
The mad prince fell to the ground and kept twitching. His miserable wailing made Andos finally couldn't help but push the door and break in: "Mr. Morse, please don't..."
He looked at the scene indoors and slowly finished the second half of the sentence: "...hurt him."
"Let's go." Morse said coldly, "Your brother is indeed crazy."
"Isn't it what the cult says about demon possession?" Andos said worriedly.
"No." Morse turned around and strode away. "He just saw too much."
In the door closed by the attendant, the mad prince's ravings continued: "The one with his chin raised, he is conceited. The one with his face covered, He is lazy. The one with the flower crown on his head is vain. The one with gold and silver on his head is fanatical. The host is happy... He is here! His spirit has descended. Look!”
(End of Chapter)